Incision – A FearGirl Story
by Aletessa
FearGirl awoke with a sharp breath, immediately conscious of the chill in her body; she could feel that she was naked, and lying on a flat metal surface. She kept her eyes closed and listened, but there was no sound indicating another person close by. She cautiously sat up; as she did, the skin on her torso pulled slightly. Examining herself, she found the front of her body now held a recently formed scar in the shape of a Y, running from her shoulders to close to her crotch… someone had cut her open while she was unconscious, but who, and for what reason?
Looking around, she saw she was lying on a wheeled metal gurney; there was a metal stand nearby, medical tools scattered across its top. FearGirl climbed to her feet and padded over to them: scalpels, clamps, tweezers, some empty plastic packets; a couple of the scalpels had blood on them, but there was no immediate way to tell if it was hers. Another table beyond the stand held a iple of clothing: a black sheath dress, fishnet tights, heeled shoes; all seemed to be her size.
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The seated figure watched FearGirl’s explorations on the monitor screen. It stretched out its hand, its fingers hovering over four buttons on its console; red, blue, yellow and black. After a moment of deliberation, it chose the blue.
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As FearGirl donned the clothing, she felt the hairs rise on her neck and arms; a chill ran through her nerves, as if the layer of cloth was somehow making her colder rather than warmer. She scanned the room; there were two doors, but they were both closed, and she could see nothing to explain the sudden racing of her heart. Nonetheless, every instinct told her she was still in danger here; she returned to the stand and picked up a pair of the scalpels, holding them in one of her hands.
She went to the closer of the two doors and turned the handle. Locked. The second one, then; but as she reached it, she heard footsteps on the other side, coming toward her; light, clicking, shoes like the ones she was wearing. Was it the person responsible for operating on her, or another subject?
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The figure’s finger reached for the yellow button, but paused briefly, before switching to the red.
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FearGirl’s accelerated heartbeat was making her blood run warm; she could feel the flush in her skin and the tingle in her nipples where they rubbed against the material of the dress. Without thinking she found her hand drop from the door handle and reach beneath the hem until it found her mound; the flesh was tender and gorged, and she couldn’t help but begin to softly massage it. Ripples of pleasure and stimulation ran up her spine… only when she heard the approaching person’s footfalls right outside the door did she wonder how she had become so distracted.
The door opened, revealing a female figure; she was indeed wearing shoes similar to FearGirl’s, but the resemblance in their clothing ended there: the newcomer was wearing a white latex bodysuit, hood and mask, with only her hands left uncovered. Something in FearGirl’s mind associated the outfit with trouble and she raised the hand holding the scalpels; but then the questing fingers of her other hand sent another burst of arousal through her.
Sensing FearGirl’s loss of focus, the newcomer lunged forward, seizing the wrist and twisting; FearGirl’s fingers spasmed, and the two scalpels fell to the floor. Putting her other hand on FearGirl’s breast, the newcomer pushed her backwards, toward the guerney where she’d awakened. FearGirl stumbled, but the brief pain in her ankle that resulted brought clarity with it; removing her hand from her crotch, she punched the newcomer in the ribs, before bringing her knee up between her attacker’s thighs. The counterattack loosened the other girl’s grip and FearGirl broke free.
Pushing past the newcomer, she threw herself forward, onto her knees, skidding forward until her hands found the fallen blades. Scrabbling halfway to her feet, she spun, catching the other girl as she came; one blade slashed across the girl’s thigh, the other grazed her torso. The girl uttered no sound of pain, but staggered back a step, red blood marring her white latex. FearGirl stood the rest of the way up, readying the scalpels to follow her strike.
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Hissing in frustration, the figure punched the yellow button.
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FearGirl felt a jolt in her chest; she was stumbling, losing her balance, fingers going limp, losing her grip on the scalpels… she was on her knees, head spinning, vision blurring… then she was on her back, everything spiralling. Her last thought was that something was inside her; her earlier nervousness, her arousal, and now this, all caused by something put into her by whoever had cut her open… then it was just darkness.
The latex-clad girl went to the stand of medical tools and pulled a first aid kit from a lower shelf. She bandaged her thigh, and applied some gauze to the lighter wound on her body. Then she went back to the unconscious FearGirl and dragged her the rest of the way to the gurney; she lifted her captive onto the metal bed, then drew out lengths of chain from beneath it, securing them around FearGirl’s wrists and ankles.
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Leaning forward, the figure watched FearGirl’s limp body on the monitor, until it began to show signs of stirring. As her eyes opened, it pressed the red button again.
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FearGirl arched her back, feeling the pull of limbs against restraints; the contrast of flexed muscles with her immobility made her writhe and twist as her body stretched. It was as if everything deep inside her had been brought rushing to the surface at once: blood, nerves, need… all laid out for anyone to use…
The girl in white latex was standing over her. She let out a low moan as hands ran delicately over her breasts, squeezing first one then other, then pressing against her hardened nipples.
The girl took the material of FearGirl’s dress in her hand and sliced through it with one of the bloody scalpels. Was it FearGirl’s blood; had it been used to open her before being used to expose her now? She moaned again. The girl cut and tore the dress fully open, revealing FearGirl’s body, and began to knead her breasts directly, without the intervening cloth.
At the back of her mind, FearGirl knew this feeling had to be artificial; something being done to her… but the sensations were too strong to deny now…
Especially as one of the girl’s hands drifted down her body, fingers walking lights across her contours and curves, until reaching her thighs; the girl continued to play with FearGirl’s breasts, now she was stroking and squeezing the inside of her thighs as well, higher and higher, toward the place where FearGirl’s own fingers had been a little while before. But her first touch on FearGirl’s mound was a slight slap, followed by a matching one on her breast. The unexpected nature of the contact sent another pulse of pleasure through her system…
Which only began to build further as the massaging resumed; now between her legs too, fingers alternately flcking and pressing her clit, and slipping between her labia, playing and working her body faster than she could keep up with and figure out how to respond. Wayward instincts told her to fight; but she was chained down to the gurney, there was no fighting this… whoever had set this up had made sure of that before she even awakened…
Now there was only her plateau; FearGirl moaned low and long as release overtook her.
The girl in white stepped back.
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The figure nodded to itself; it reached out to press the black button.
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FearGirl felt another jolt in her chest; something else that had been put inside her. She opened her mouth, but her breath caught in her throat, making her cough; as if in response she felt her heart-